Episode 145 Golden Week Volunteer Activities (2)
“Hey, hey… … ”
Sinclair appeared out of nowhere and spoke to Bikir with awkward honorifics.
As Bikir stared at him as if asking what was going on, Sinclair hesitated and opened his mouth.
“Um, did you also apply for regular volunteer work here, Mr. Bikir?”
“no.”
“Huh? Then why are you here… … ?”
“I came for the penalty points.”
“… … ah.”
Sinclair nodded at Vikir’s brief reply.
“I am planning regular volunteer work. I do it because I have to collect volunteer points, but I still feel good and have a sense of accomplishment after helping the less fortunate… … .”
“Right.”
Bikir had no interest in Sinclair’s personal life, so he nodded once and left.
However, Sinclair followed Bikir and kept talking to him.
“By the way, it’s a coincidence that we are allotted volunteer activities in the same place.”
“is it.”
“Actually, I saw people submitting applications for volunteer work last week, but I never thought they would come to the same place.”
“Right.”
“Mr. Bikir… … ”
Despite Bikir’s short answer, Sinclair laughs heartily at what makes him so happy.
Bikir interrupted Sinclair for a moment.
“Take it easy. You look like your peers.”
“… … Oh, actually, because I’m 17 years old. I am one year younger than Bikir.”
“Does not matter.”
Bikir nodded, and Sinclair’s expression brightened even more.
“that… … If you do, I’ll make it easy for you!”
“okay. Let’s talk comfortably from now on.”
Vikir thought that the conversation had ended smoothly, and left quickly.
It was to suck the mop.
But Sinclair followed Bikir this time as well.
While Bikir went into the men’s room to wash the mop, Sinclair was standing in front of the men’s room door, staring at Bikir.
‘Fortunately, they don’t follow me to the men’s bathroom.’
Sinclair waited patiently at the door until Vikir had finished washing the mop, then immediately followed her.
“excuse me. I thought you were already trying to manage your volunteer points because you submitted your volunteer activity application on a holiday. At the level of managing my credit.”
“It was forcibly submitted. Too many penalty points.”
“Yeah, that’s right. I thought this time was something because you studied so well.”
Even as Sinclair says that, she continues to glare at Vikir.
Bikir said with a light sigh.
“busy. If you have any questions, ask them quickly and go.”
“oh! Is that okay?”
Then Sinclair approached Bikir’s side excitedly.
Soon after, she started pouring out the things she had been curious about.
“How are you studying?”
“How many hours a day do you study?”
“How do you balance preparation and review?”
“Did you find the genealogy of the newly introduced Introduction to Magic? Shall I show you?”
“What is your major in donating cold weapons?”
“fence? Ah, cold weapon donation professor in charge of swordsmanship, is your class good?”
“You got all the questions right on the Cold Weapons donation note test the other day. I got one question wrong. How did you solve that problem then? I was beyond the undergraduate level.”
“Oh, did you see the ‘Ethics in the process of dissection’ part of the paper test in lecture A of the monster living experiment? What do you think about the controversy over the solution process?”
“Ummm, again… … Oh, I had a lot to ask, but now that the opportunity comes, I can’t remember.”
“But how do you know everything so well? Did you ever get an early education?”
“You didn’t get it? Wow – that’s really great. Then where did you go to academy before entering the academy?”
“I don’t know if I can ask you this. If you feel bad, you don’t have to answer. I heard that she is from a commoner. What region is she from?”
“Ah, but do you have bad eyesight? Those glasses look pretty high. Oh, isn’t it higher than I thought? But why are you wearing glasses?”
“Is the hairstyle on purpose? Oh, you just let it grow. Are you willing to cut your bangs or put them back? Oh, no?”
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.
In general, there were many questions related to study methods.
Bikir answered in a dry tone, but silently took care of chores such as cleaning the hallway, washing clothes, and incinerating garbage.
Sinclair was also helping with the work by diligently chasing after Bikir.
When the chores were over, Sinclair rummaged through the scaffold carried on the ship and handed Bikir a bottle of milk.
“Now, drink this and do it!”
“… … .”
Bikir took the milk bottle and looked down at Sinclair for a moment.
“… … ?”
Sinclair still looks up at Bikir with a bright expression.
If left as it is, it seemed like it would follow him all day and bother him, so Bikir sneaked away.
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“I’ll drink well. Enough then.”
“Oh, where are you going? I’ll help too!”
“restroom.”
Sinclair’s face turned red when he heard what Vikir said.
“Uh, uh. It’s kind of hard to help. Hurry up and come~”
Sinclair stood against the wall in the bathroom hallway.
It looked like he would wait until Bikir finished his errands (?).
* * *
Bikir succeeded in sending Sinclair, who continued to bombard with questions, to another place and remaining alone.
“… … Maybe it’s because he’s a model student, so he has a great passion for learning.”
Bikir came out into the quiet hallway carrying a bucket and a mop.
All of the academy colleagues who volunteered were eating outside or having dessert with the children.
Bikir intended to focus on examining the internal structure of the building during mealtime, when everyone’s attention was distracted the most.
at that time.
“… … !”
Bikir was walking down the hallway and bumped into a child.
“… … .”
Appears to be in his early teens. beautiful blonde. white skin. A girl with slightly drooping eyes looking sad.
Around her neck was an old, crude gold necklace.
The necklace has the words ‘Nymphet’ written on it.
Bikir waved the milk bottle Sinclair had given him earlier to the girl who was staring at her.
“Are you going to drink?”
“… … .”
Then the girl stares at Bikir.
Chalang-
Bikir shakes his wrist once, and the milk spins in the bottle.
Then, the girl seemed to startle once, but soon turned her head and ran to the other side of the hallway.
Bikir thoughtlessly put the bottle back into his pocket.
at that time.
“His name is Nymphet.”
A voice came from behind.
Where Bikir turned her head was Dolores, holding a knitting basket and dolls.
The student council president of the academy, the head of the newspaper club, and the saintess of the Quo Vadis family, she said that she volunteers here every weekend.
Dolores asked, squinting at Vikir.
“Are you working hard on volunteer work? I have to work hard to make up for the penalty points.”
“… … I am working hard.”
“good.”
Dolores nodded once.
And still looked at Bikir with a fierce and stern gaze.
“It’s better not to do the child a favor.”
“… … ?”
When Vikir tilted her head, Dolores continued her explanation.
“That child was born here to be born. I have seen so many volunteers come to the orphanage for the past 13 years.”
“… … .”
“At first, that kid also got along well with the volunteers. Sister and brother.”
“… … .”
“But the older sisters and older brothers who became close to each other became less and less frequent as time went on. It’s unavoidable. They also have to study more as they go up in grade, graduate, and get a job. It’s just me right now.”
“… … .”
“Out of 100 first-year volunteers, only one person continues to volunteer even after entering the third year. Even after graduating or getting a job, the visits stop at all. So the children at the orphanage cannot easily give their hearts to the volunteers. For the volunteers, the children here are a huge part of their lives, but for the children here, the volunteers’ sisters and brothers are a really big part of their lives.”
That was mostly correct. The biggest reason why academy students come to volunteer work here is to fill up their volunteer work points.
Dolores turned her gaze with a confused look to the back of the nymphet as it receded.
“That child is a child who is short-lived, long-missed, and tired of being separated forever. So he must have made a promise to himself not to show affection to outsiders at all.”
“… … Is that so?”
“okay. But every time I met him, I became more wary, and from a certain point on, I stopped talking at all. My heart hurts because I feel like I’ve let go of all expectations from others. I hope you don’t look at the world too skeptically.”
Dolores lamented that the nymphet still did not accept her greetings, even though she had been serving here for more than three years.
Right then.
“… … !”
Bikir, who had been quietly listening to Dolores, changed his expression.
“I hope the nymphet will be able to talk again soon. As aphasia is a disease caused by a wound in the heart, it requires warm love and attention from people around you. … Whoa!?”
Dolores was speechless.
It was because Bikir’s hand flew in quickly and covered her mouth.
… chin!
Bikir put his hand on the saintess’s mouth and pushed her closer to the wall-to-wall recess.
It was a space with small grooves caused by a mistake in the architectural design, and cabinets protruding on both sides and even shaded, making it difficult to see from the hallway.
“Eup!?”
Dolores pushed Bikir’s chest with her hand and tried to remove her hand covering her mouth, but Bikir refused to allow it and instead pushed her closer and closer to the wall.
“Shh.”
Before long, Bikir’s low voice rang in Dolores’ ears.
Dolores felt her mind wander.
‘???’
so suddenly? No, no, what kind of situation is this in the first place?
It was arguably the first time I had been so close to a man since I was born.
For the first time in her life, this sudden, rude and… … When your body is frozen in a (?) situation.
“… … .”
Bikir was examining the hallway with her eyes narrowed.
The muscles of the face become stiff.
He could feel the stench of the mucus in his nostrils approaching.
Tumble- Tumble- Tumble-
The sound of footsteps hitting the marble floor.
There was a man walking towards us from the other end of the hallway.
Gentleman in his 50’s. faithful religious person. successful businessman. benevolent father.
It looks perfect on the outside, but on the inside, it exudes an overwhelming sense of smell.
This monster was Vikir’s assassination target, ‘Guilty’.
